Evie Bennett

“We wanted more. We knocked the butt ends of our forks against the table, tapped our spoons against our empty bowls; we were hungry. We wanted more volume, more riots. We turned up the knob on the TV until our ears ached with the shouts of angry men. We wanted more music on the radio; we wanted beats; we wanted rock. We wanted muscles on our skinny arms. We had bird bones, hollow and light, and we wanted more density, more weight. We were six snatching hands, six stomping feet; we were brothers, boys, three little kings locked in a feud for more.”
― Justin Torres, We the Animals

“It could not just be mundanity and humans, because that felt wrong, like he had been made for something different, like he would always be seeking something more but never finding it.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Greywaren

“There is a specifically Floridian smell, the stink of America. Microwaved plastic, air freshener, hot oil mixed with mildew, and something else. Something ancient, rotting, and sweaty. Possibly life.”
― Dizz Tate, Brutes

“stories that make us nauseous, though somehow we also know them, we have just been told them by our mothers using different words. We realise the woods are not woods, and the wolves are not wolves. In these stories, the ones that once sent us to sleep, the mothers are always banished or cursed or dead.”
― Dizz Tate, Brutes